“Shall I open it?” Sven asked.
I stared at the package for a long while.
I am yours, and you are mine, and no kingdom will ever come between us.
A very long while.
I knew what was in it.
Something white.
Something beautiful.
Something that had been tossed out long ago.
“Jaxon?”
“No,” I said. “You can throw it away.”
Journey’s end. The promis
e. The hope.
Gather close my brothers and sisters.
Today is the day a thousand dreams will be born.
We have touched the stars and the dust of possibility is ours.
For once upon a time, three women were family
As we are now, and they changed the world
With the same strength we have within us.
We are part of their story,
And a greater one that still lies ahead.
But the work is never over.
Time circles. Repeats.
And we must not only be ready,
For the enemy without,
But also the enemy within.
Though the Dragon rests for now,
He will wake again,
And roam the earth,
His belly ripe with hunger.
Lest we repeat our history,